The Old Arm-chair (Eliza Cook Poem)
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every ...
(Hebrews, iv.2) Israel in ancient days Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the Gospel ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee For hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife, And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life. ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
He's still young--; thirty, but looks younger-- or does he?... In the eyes and cheeks, tonight, turning in the mirror, ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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